< Song of Solomon 4 >

1 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
Khangela, umuhle, mthandwa wami, khangela, umuhle. Amehlo akho angawamajuba ngaphakathi kweveyili lakho; inwele zakho zinjengomhlambi wembuzi zisehla entabeni iGileyadi.
2 Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
Amazinyo akho anjengomhlambi wezimvukazi ezigundiweyo, ezikhuphuka ekugezisweni, okuthi zonke zazo zizele amaphahla, njalo kungekho efelwayo phakathi kwazo.
3 Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
Indebe zakho zinjengentambo ebomvu, lenkulumo yakho yinhle. Inhlafuno zakho phakathi kweveyili lakho zinjengocezu lwepomegranati.
4 Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
Intamo yakho injengomphotshongo kaDavida owakhiwe waba yindlu yezikhali, okulenga kuwo amahawu ayinkulungwane, wonke ayizihlangu zamaqhawe.
5 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
Amabele akho womabili anjengabantwana ababili bomziki, abangamaphahla empala, abadla phakathi kwemiduze.
6 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
Kuze kube semadabukakusa, lamathunzi abaleke, mina ngizakuya entabeni yemure, leqaqeni lwempepha.
7 Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.
Wena wonke umuhle, mthandwa wami, kakukho sici kuwe.
8 With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
Woza lami sisuke eLebhanoni, makoti wami, lami sisuke eLebhanoni. Khangela usengqongeni yeAmana, engqongeni yeSeniri leyeHermoni, ezimbalwini zezilwane, entabeni zezingwe.
9 Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.
Uyithumbile inhliziyo yami, dadewethu, makoti, uyithumbile inhliziyo yami ngelinye lamehlo akho, ngesigqizo esisodwa sentamo yakho.
10 How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:
Luhle kangakanani uthando lwakho, dadewethu, makoti! Lungcono kangakanani uthando lwakho kulewayini, lephunga lamagcobo akho kulamakha wonke.
11 With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Indebe zakho, makoti, zithonta njengohlanga loluju; uluju lochago kungaphansi kolimi lwakho, lephunga lezembatho zakho linjengephunga leLebhanoni.
12 A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
Uyisivande esikhiyiweyo, dadewethu, makoti, umthombo okhiyiweyo, isiphethu esinanyekwe ngophawu.
13 Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
Amahlumela akho ayisivande samapomegranati, lezithelo ezimnandi, ihena lenadi,
14 Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
inadi lesafroni, ikhalamu lekinamoni, lezihlahla zonke zempepha, imure lenhlaba, lamakha wonke aqakathekileyo;
15 A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.
umthombo wezivande, umgodi wamanzi aphilayo, lezifula ezivela eLebhanoni.
16 [SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
Vuka, moya wenyakatho, uze lawe, moya weningizimu, uphephethe esivandeni sami ukuze amakha aso ageleze aphume. Kasize isithandwa sami esivandeni saso, sidle izithelo zaso ezimnandi.

< Song of Solomon 4 >